If Liverpool looked ecstatic on your television screen, it was more to do with their 16-point lead than the joy of beating the old enemy, Manchester United, who are no longer in their league.
"Twenty times, 20 times, Man United," sang the visiting fans, lending a plaintive air to what should be a boast about the number of occasions the trophy has ended up at Old Trafford. Unless they do the splits on the run-in, or are hit with a Saracens-style points deduction, Liverpool will close the gap on United to one with a 19th championship - 30 years after their last.
A brutal light is cast on United's relative mediocrity (and their injury problems) by Liverpool moving to 39 league games unbeaten and virtually obliging the city council to think about the victory parade route.
Twenty-three games into their campaign, United are a colossal 30 points behind Liverpool, the club of the 1970s and 1980s who were consigned to shadow in the Alex Ferguson era.
A measure of how becalmed United are nowadays is that even Roy Keane is defending their honour against Jamie Carragher in the Sky Sports studio, arguing in favour of "more time - another year at least" for Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, while Liverpool's fans dream of Jurgen Klopp staying forever.
United have lost nine of their past 16 away games in the league: a damning statistic, without Solskjaer being the one who deserves to be damned. An accumulation of errors in recruitment and strategy has led an inexperienced manager and fan favourite to the point where he is welding youth on to a base of older but mostly substandard players acquired by Louis van Gaal and Jose Mourinho.
"This group of players wouldn't go on a pitch without showing a commitment," Solskjaer said, responding to a question that showed how far expectations have slipped. These days, honest toil earns a tick. In Ferguson's time, a lack of it would have bought a player a one-way ticket to Palookaville.
In the United midfield - where the drop in standards is most apparent - Fred, Nemanja Matic and Andreas Pereira delivered the minimum level of grit. But, for the umpteenth time, United's play lacked the "quality" (Solskjaer's phrase) to convince anyone they have more than counter-attacking and spots of youthful promise in their locker.
Plenty of good Manchester United teams have come to Anfield with containment in mind. It is one of the few venues where even Ferguson viewed a point as a prize for enduring the onslaught of local passion and the claustrophobia of this wonderful arena. There was never any sense in this game, however, that United could produce a flash of magic to stun Klopp's rampant team.
Yes, they pressed, created chances and entered Alisson Becker's penalty area, but only through mechanical, stubborn effort.
It takes ingenuity to spend so much money for so little creativity. But United find themselves with a workmanlike operation, adorned only by fine young players such as Mason Greenwood, who started on the bench, and left-back Brandon Williams.
Injuries and politics, though, have blown a hole in Solskjaer's attempt to lay down a foundation with Harry Maguire, Paul Pogba, Scott McTominay and Marcus Rashford, who may have entered Harry Kane territory with a stress fracture of the back.
Matic, who slows the game up, is surplus to requirements, while Pereira flatters to deceive in possession of the ball. Too much of his work fizzles out when he fails to see a pass or misdirects one. He was lucky to stay on for 74 minutes.
Solskjaer consoled himself by calling Liverpool "probably the most direct team in the league" and referring to "those long balls", as if Klopp's side have won 21 of their 22 league fixtures by stomping down route one. "In the last 10 or 15 [minutes] we really pegged them back, they looked tired, we looked fit. We are getting there," Solskjaer said.
"I felt in the last half an hour we could take something from the game. When we weathered the storm we created some chances, created some pressure on them. The quality wasn't there but yes, we definitely thought we could get something from this."
An optimist might say that Anthony Martial's shocking thrash at a chance in the United penalty box was the difference between the two teams. This reductionist approach will not wash with United supporters, who are squirming at how Liverpool have turned the story around to achieve dominance over a club who pushed them about for 20 years.
For champions, there are games when you play badly but scrape a win. Then there are those where you bury the opposition but win only narrowly. This was in that category.
The grit displayed by United is meagre comfort for Solskjaer, but he has little else to go on with so many of his best players out of action.
At least he has Keane on his side. When Roy Keane sticks up for you, pathos is creeping in. (© Daily Telegraph, London)
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